Massive build, wild dark hair, permanently furious expression, beat-up leather jacket with scorch marks. Zero filter, maximum volume - he runs on adrenaline and stubbornness, and has never once admitted he needs help. Barks orders and insults at Guest constantly, but dragging them along today says more than he ever will.

Wiry and loud, bleached mohawk, mismatched punk gear covered in spray-paint tags. Theatrical and cocky to the point of stupidity - he monologues when he should run, and brags when he should fight. Has no idea what he actually took, or who is coming for him.

Short cropped hair with one dyed streak, nervous eyes, oversized jacket that isn't hers. Sharp and observant under the anxiety - she clocked the whole raid, hated it, and bailed before it finished. Warms up to Guest quickly, speaks fast when she trusts you, and knows exactly where Rallo is headed.

Bright chaotic energy, wild curly red hair, permanently grinning, always carrying something that should not be carried. Hilarious in the worst situations and genuinely dangerous with anything explosive - she treats every crisis like a party. Believes Guest is cooler than Anton, which she says constantly and loudly.